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Right Kind Of Wrong	By : writer101 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 5785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Kelly Clarkson this is a work of fiction . i do not make any money from writing this story

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'Why isn't it going away..........When will it end?.........' Carrie is laying across my bed with her eyes shut tight, protecting them from the sun light coming through the blinds. It's been an hour since she last had to thrown up and thankfully her stomach seems to be empty.
'My hang overs usually last a good hour before I start to begin to feel normal..............'
'Hang over?...........'she opens her blood shot eyes to look at me. 'I've got a hang over?...............'
'You've never had a hang over?............' I'm surprised at this, considering the amount of alcohol she likes to drink.
'Well......'She looks away from me finding my bed covers suddenly interesting. 'I've never actually drank anything before........I mean like drink...........'Oh great. 'I've drank drinks I mean.......I just haven't drank those drinks.........'Oh great I've turned her into an alcoholic. 'But it tasted nice........I mean I liked it.........' A happy alcoholic. 'Well I did until I woke up...........' I've turned her into an alcoholic after one night.
So you picked last night to try it?...............'Again she's confusing the hell out of me. Nothing this girl ever does makes any kind of sense.
'I figured I'd be safe enough to lose control with you around.............I don't know the other contestants enough to trust them............I knew you would look after me...............'Two things happen to me as she looks at me shyly for confessing to much. One I feel all kinds of guilt for almost letting her kiss me and two I feel used. She came back to me so she could lose control, knowing I would take care of her. I felt used, used and I didn't care one bit, she could use me all she wanted.
'So hang overs a bitch ain't it...............'Not as poetic and real like her words but it's the only thing I could think of saying.
'Not something I want to relive any time soon............'she confesses with a giggle.
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Sneaking a girl into my room, not as hard as sneaking one out. Carrie is now carrying her big heavy boots in her hands she wore last night and we are both tip toeing towards the door.
'Does Carrie want eggs.............' And I'm caught, I suck at this.
'Do you want eggs?...........' I turn and ask her. She's to busy giggling at me to answer so I point towards the kitchen and she walks ahead of me.
'I have eggs toast and cereal............'Ashley is explaining to Carrie while I grab her a strong coffee, I place it in front of her and Ashley stops. 'Hang over?.........' she asks pointing to the cup.
'Her first.............' I explain and now Ashley's all concerned.
'You want water?.........pain killers?.........another hour in bed?.........'
'The cereals fine thank.............' Ashley smiles ather and goes back to cooking. I busy myself by watching Carrie eat, freaky I know but watching anything she does is my new favourite past time. I'm not very good at watching cause she's now looking at me.
'What?.......'she mouths to at me.
Nothing.........' Nothing I mouth back. I look over her shoulder making sure Ashley isn't looking at us.
'What?..............'She mouths again.
'Nothing..........'I say with a giggle.
'ok.........'She laughs and continues to eat her cereal. Her eyes never leave mine. I look over her shoulder again to see Ashley looking at me.
'You're screwed..............' Ashley mouths at me before adding a smile.
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